Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 51

Chapter 50

Kenneth quickly closed the distance in just a few strides, crouching down beside Ophelia. He gently wrapped his arms around her shoulders and fixed her hair. When he saw that she was in discomfort, his brows furrowed with concern.

Lisa hurriedly brought over a glass of water, handing it to Ophella while muttering anxiously, "These are all Miss Spencer's favorite dishes. What's going on today?"

Ophelia dry-heaved for a moment, but nothing came up-still, the nausea remained.

"Call the doctor," Kenneth ordered coldly. When he saw that her face was deathly pale, he felt like his heart was being crushed by an iron grip.

"Oh, right... Okay..." Lisa turned to leave but suddenly stopped at the doorway, glancing at the wastebasket. "Miss Spencer, when was the last time you had your period?".

Ophelia took a sip of water. It had been a long time since her body had felt this off. When she heard Lisa's question, something clicked in her mind.

due to cold exposure, so she never kept track of it closely. But then she couldn't help but wonder what Lisa meant by that. Noticing Ophelia's expression, Lisa suddenly smiled knowingly,

favorite foods aren't agreeing with her. Pregnant women are just like that, aren't

of how to feel. She turned to look at Kenneth and saw that his sharp-featured face showed no clear emotion. But as she

the hospital." He stood up straight, forgetting that Ophelia

sudden movement almost caused Ophelia to fall backward, but thankfully, Lisa caught her just in

stomach felt a bit better, though there

made some more simple, light food and sent it up, and

with pregnancy-sometimes you'll have an appetite, other times not so much. Pregnant women tend to have

"Lisa, do you think... I can

parents. If it weren't for everything she had been through in her past life,

with sympathy. "Of course! You and Mr. Sinclair are

what was Kenneth like

a little shy, but always so smart. Far more intelligent than Mr. Patrick, that's for sure. Wait. Didn't Mr.